obdurate

chapter four

»chapter four«

"baby" I called and carried him up, kissing him and hugging him at the same time, he was my life, "how are you"

he asked ,concern in those beautiful brown eyes, I laughed heartedly and wiped off some tears from my eyes, "am perfect my darling,

I replied and planted a kiss on his forehead "and you ?" I asked cheerfully

"good, but I missed you" he said frowning

"guess what?"

"what?" he asked excitedly

"I missed you more" he laughed,

"and you have grown so big,"I said feigning tired,

"oh really" he chuckled "I have something to show you mom" he eagerly added, I dropped him ,then he grabbed my hand dragged me into the house

"come see mom, come see," he said as he dragged me into his room

"ok" I said following him, his room was in a mess, clothes , books, toys and crayons were scattered everywhere "what happened to your room G"

I said in a chuckle, he ignored my question and moved to his reading desk, he opened a drower and brought out a paper

"look mom"he said and showed me a painting of me, I gasped in atonishment "do you like it?"

I was speechless, "its, its,"I stammered tearfully"its exquisite, its beautiful "I said sketching the painting with my finger tip

" thank you G"I said and hugged him

"its okay mom I can't breath" he coughed out the words, I released my grip and bent down to his height, I held his hands and stared at his eyes, he was incredibly handsome, he looked nothing like me but he was handsome in every way,

"you know I love you"

he nodded smiling, exposing his beautiful dimple

"and he loves you more"my mother said walking into the room in her working clothes,

"mom'I got up to hug her

"how are you"she asked scanning the untidy room "good mom"

"you?"I asked

"am just here "he smiled and shrugged,we looked so much alike, same eyes, same height, skin colour and hair, many people sometimes mistook us as sisters

"what happened to your room Greg"she said scanning the messy room

"I ,I, was um"

"you were what?' my mom asked sternly staring at him

"I am sorry, grand ma" he said apologetically

"how about , arranging your room before your aunty returns", Greg nodded in approval, I laughed heartedly, my mom was Magret Thatcher herself, Greg's docile face reminded me of my childhood, my mom was a very strict woman but she was loving aswell,I owed her my life and I loved the way she diciplined my son

I didn't know how hungry I was until my stomach started grumbling"am so hungry mom"

"have you been starving yourself"she asked frowning at me

"mom..."

"you know its not good for health Sam"she snapped

"I know mom"I said walking into the kitchen, my mom kept on scolding me as she followed me into the kitchen

"do you know what time it is" she said placing her hands on her waist

"2pm mom, okay, I promise I wont ever starve myself again, ever"I said and raising my hands in surrender, I smiled, she returned the smile ,even at 45,my mom still looked young and beautiful, so many suitors had come but my mom was not willing to remarry, not even the pleas from her family could change her mind